Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries a battered morningstar and tarnished shield as well. His hair is short and black. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson brown hat.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1000 gp. Black opal (1400 gp). Jet (110 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When Tharivol reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 4000 gp. White opal (1300 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears dull green sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mason. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mason for hire.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 70000 cp. Red spinel (110 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Jasper (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (1200 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears an entirely violet suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sword. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Masseuse work with an outfit from a few towns over. Masseuse work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Masseuse soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and balancing his hectic life and new masseuse responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Guardian, Religious, Military, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1400 gp.